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One man's quest to find the best hot dog in New York City.

Who am I?

What an interesting question to ask yourself. Who am I? Well, I’m pretty young, semi-motivated, and interested only in things that don’t matter. Hailing from Virginia, I have been in a few locations around the east coast/midwest and have enjoyed every minute of it. I enjoy being social, eating, drinking, sounds in general, and appreciating the simple things in life. One such simple thing: hot dogs. Ever since I was a young boy the weenie has called my name. Frankfurters, weiners, dawgs, red hots, weenies — hot dogs. Incredibly American, customizable, and just downright delicious. There isn’t a much better feeling than having a cold brew in your left hand, the sun setting over your shoulder, and a grill full of hot weiners roasting in front of you. I’m a bonafide hot dog fan, and I want to share it with whoever will read it.

Rules:

1. Each hot dog is rated on a scale of 1 to 5 weenies, 5 being the best.

2. Every hot dog must be ordered by saying “Your best hot dog, please.”

3. If it is a 2 dog visit, the second dog must be a classic with only yellow mustard.